It was fun to spend the day snapping pictures, getting a little soggy and seeing some of the areas of town that I had not been in for quite some time. This trip home to Newfoundland has been a walk down memory lane and the excuse has been pictures for the blog! The camera forces you to take a closer look, ask should I share this and even how did I miss this?
So on this grey foggy day take a tour around my hometown, enjoy the sites of this little community of Burgeo
To begin this is the view as we walked down my sister's driveway, lots of islands off shore
This used to be the library when I grew up here,
now however it is a museum and this is one of a number of murals that can be seen around town
The Church of my formative years, St. John the Evangelist.
It sits atop a hill and overlooks the harbour
Faith United Church
Boats tied up to the wharf
A view of the Government Wharf, the coastal ferries dock here
Furbies Harbour, one of the in lets that is fairly sheltered
Islands just off the local wharf
The Lighthouse atop Boar Island,
while it was foggy it was not enough to set the fog horn blaring
With out the zoom on you can see it is really quite a distance away
Small and Debbies Islands
Richard's Head is shrouded in fog
Another shot of the many islands that surround Burgeo
A trip to the local cemetery holds the reminder of the many disasters at sea
This monument commemorates the loss of a ship and the entire crew
No trip would be complete without at least a
drive to the Sandbanks Provincial Park
While there are a few waves crashing it is not a heavy sea today
It is an unusual sight to see the beach deserted.
These grow wild and the season is nearly finished
Another shot of the beautiful beach, yes I am enjoying the salt air
The rocky shores are prevalent everywhere on this coast
A calm day in the sheltered areas, note the reflection in the water
It is a rugged coast and houses crop up everywhere
This was too pretty to miss, the Messeurs area of town
The foot bridge in the distance
A wider angle!
Summer days they were warmer then
When we laughed with the old fishermen
And they cursed when the fog rolled in,
Then they made up the hay;
It's been more than a long, long time
Since I held you and called you mine,
On a grey foggy day.
(from Grey Foggy Day by Eddie Coffey)